A couple of years ago I came across a profoundly orange jumpsuit in a thrift-store clearance sale, which I picked off at a righteous price. It’s the sort worn by students of jailhouse academies in a lot of places, so the potential was great, both as work clothing and other possibilities that came to mind and brought a smile to my face as I paid for it.
Some times of the year I get considerable low-flying air traffic over the cabin, frequently helicopters. Scares the chickens and often has me out there craning my neck wondering what they’re up to. Sometimes they zigzag over the area, circle, generally just burn up fuel without it being obvious whether they’re taking pictures of my workings, satisfying curiosity, or something more sinister.
But that orange jump suit’s added a whole new side to things. Nowadays when the helicopters start flying over I stay inside until they go out of sight, slipping on the jump suit. Then, when I hear them coming back in this direction I head over to the other side of the meadow, staying just out of the trees until they’ve had a glimpse of me.
I fake panic, run into the trees and hide, peeking out at them, pretending to try to conceal myself better while they waste more fuel trying to see what I’m doing.
It’s quite a hoot, all in all, but I count myself lucky they don’t fly around doing that much mid-summer. I appreciate the exercise it gives me, 68 year old guy running around hiding from a helicopter, but I’m not sure my ticker would stand up to the wear and tear when it’s 100 degrees F outside.
I’ve always wondered whether the local law enforcement have gotten any calls asking whether there’s an escaped convict running around loose in the area.
Anyway, I figure it gives them a thrill, puts some adventure in their otherwise uneventful lives. Something to talk about over the radio besides all that ‘Roger that!’ stuff.
An elderly man without a lot of means has to do whatever he can to try to help other people along this lifetime, or he’s likely to be thought a waste and freeloader if he’s drawing a SS retirement pension.
The Kingston Trio – Everglades
Tuesday, September 6 edit:
If you need a few more laughs I suggest the enlightened, well-thought-out viewpoint from the helicopter: